"Box Logic #3" is the last in the trilogy.  For those of you following along, you'll recall this entry is based on the restless night in when when I conceived the silly term, "Box Logic." This third piece refers to the box in which we, literally, live.

Box Log #3

This place
In Seismic shake and shift
Throughout my night
Alone
Shivers itself

I hear it first
Each time
Stress on the box
A paint shear
Or
Torn drywall tape
The glue
Entangling the box
Tearing
In the shadow of the San Gabriel

The man from Singapore
In Apartment
Adjoining mine
We share
A bedroom
Wall
Five-rhythmic-snore
Per minute


Okay, let's change it up and get out of sequence for a few.  I'd like to share some newer stuff for a few, then back to the story.  The next few are from November and December, 2013. Happier times.  Best of all, these need little introduction. The first is a kind of Holiday piece from this December.  It's entitled "Owl in Black Forest." Enjoy!

Owl in Black Forest

Friends
From five countries
Drink beer
Trudge snow

Into earth
Circling our bonfire
Laughing
Into
The Black Forest night

I escape
Climb
A great pine
Hundred or so
Above them
Limbs like
Church stairs
Toward forest ceiling
Young limbs
At top
Barely sustain me

Fire light and crack
Muted, sifted though boughs
And wind
Blown away at this depth
Of sky

An owl descends
In organized
Swift
Silent
Startle
Balancing us
Neither frightened of
Nor acknowledging me

Even in rare light
Owl lashes
Collect
Snow flakes
And she steams

"Velocity of Clouds" is another dawn piece. No hidden message here.  Take it at face value. December, 2013.

Velocity of Clouds

Crossed arms
Over split rail fence
Most uneven curvature
Near swirling
Oiled in touch and time
Torn-hewn
Ripped
Not cut

This near morning
These rails
Divide field
From green field
Only
Provide my place
To lean
And dream

Whinnies transcend fences
Rising Sun
Heaving mist
Manure
And earth

Sparrow sips
Into fence furrow
Elbow close
Shadow and moon
In brief reflection

Spoon puddle
And oil-toiled wood